The Collared Wolf
by Crippled-Canary
Chapter 9: Bloody vengeance
Sansa was stiff in her chair beside Olenna. The Queen of Thornes was munching on a piece of strawberry tart and looked as if she was going to drown an entire legion of soldiers just for some entertainment.
The hall of Lynette's wedding feast hadn't dwindled in her absence. Her sister had married Tywin Lannister to save her from marrying an imp. The tears that Sansa had shed as her beautiful, strong-willed sister was cloaked and named a Lannister threatened to return to her. If only Lynette had told her that the cost of Sansa's freedom was a marriage to that man, she would have told her sister to save herself and forget her.
If only Sansa had thought!
Lynette made a promise to their father to protect her and Arya, and with their littlest sister gone, Sansa knew that the only way for her sister to honor the promise she had made, was to pull out all the stops when it came to Sansa's safety.
Her sister was married to Tywin, the Lion of Lannister. An old, cruel man who would hurt her every night as Rheagar hurt her aunt Lyanna. Sansa felt as if she failed her name. She trusted a Lannister and had to watch her father die because of it. She feared a Lannister and now had to see her sister degraded and broken by a beast of a man.
A soft hand touched her shoulder. She flinched and jerked her head up to meet Olenna's gaze. The old woman smiled sincerely, a rare feat in itself, and whispered, "Do not fear for your sister. Tywin may be a cold man, but he isn't a brute. He won't hurt her."
Then, a lewd grin crept its way onto the old woman's mouth, and she said, "Your sister will murder him if he tries to, anyway, so eat your cakes and drink your wine, girl. We'll be here some time."
As soon as she spoke, the doors burst open to reveal the lord they had been talking about. He looked positively murderous, eyes dark and filled with a terrible rage that only added fuel to the fire of her fears. Sansa heard the tell-tale footsteps of a marching regiment and stood to join Margery by the doors.
Lord Tywin was improperly dressed, and Sansa would have looked away for the sake of lady-like manners but she was intrigued. He wore the same pair of breaches as he did at the wedding, barefoot with a thin tunic on that did little to hide the fine sculpted muscle of his chest. His sword was out and the way he approached the king, Sansa was sure he was going to kill him then and there.
He passed the king in his furious march of one-man vengeance, much to Sansa's disappointment and bodily dragged the majority of the Kingsguard right past her and into the other room.
Trant and Blount, her and Lynette's torturers were forced to their knees in front of the Old Lion. He had a calm fury about him and Sansa started when Lady Olenna appeared beside her.
"Look, little loves," the old lady snipped, "he is protecting her honor already."
Tywin, Lord Lannister, Sansa reminded herself, stood in front of both men. He took a rattling breath and started speaking, ignoring Joffrey's hysterical cries.
"By the justice of the gods, old and new, for crimes committed against Lady Lannister, I, Tywin, of the House Lannister, sentence you to die."
His deep baritone was laced with hate and Sansa watched with twisted wonderment as he swung his sword, once and then again, blood spilling across the fine floors with deadly efficiency. His crazed eyes met hers, a contrast to the calm in his body and nodded once.
Sansa found herself nodding in return, before Lady Olenna pulled her back to her seat.
The King was madly raging now, but the Hand dragged him and his daughter out of the door, walked straight passed the corpses of the Whitecloaks and pushed both bodily into a room. Sansa could hear the sound of angry screeching from the King if she strained her ears.
Sansa took one last look at Trant and Blount before their bodies were dragged away and servants appeared to scrub the floor clean.
She smiled.
Author's note:
Next up: Sin
I'm filthy... Please don't read the next chapter if semi-vivid descriptions of intimacy triggers you.
